I love hearing small children talk. The way they attempt to figure out how words go together is wonderful.

Ashton was in the living room playing Spyro. I can see him with no problem from my spot at the desk, so I decided to leave him to it and come fart around on the internet for a few minutes. He came to the door of the office and asked “Why aren’t you out here?”

“Because I’m in here, sweetie.”

He looked a little frustrated at this. After a few moments he said “Get out of…” thinking hard about the best way to put what he thought into words he decided on “not out here.”